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Seeing Chaos: A Jujutsu Kaisen/WH40K Quest

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If RCT does end up feeling like Anathema then this would be fast track into good graces on Imperium; hard to declare someone unstable heretic when not only you have an Inquisitor supporting them but also they go around emitting Holy Light. On that note, if thats the cause then RCT should be extra deadly for daemons.
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That would match how RCT is deadly for curses too.
 
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    • "Biomancers can heal," Calvara says, her voice rough, and a little distant. Good, she's conscious. "But they would not be able to help this."


    "Mm, must be something different. Look, someone give me a knife, I'll show you what I'm talking about." The soldiers all balk--as if a knife would somehow make you more dangerous than you already are--but Davus simply pulls a thirty centimetre shortsword out of his armoured boot, and throws it at you.


    You catch it with infinity, and pluck it from the air; it's much heavier than it looks, but still not a problem for the likes of you. Setting Calvara down, you give the thing a twirl--it's extremely well-balanced--and then without further ado, jab it through your hand. All thirty centimetres, right to the hilt. Your audience, barring Davus and Elias, flinch. You make a show of drawing the blade back out, running RCE through your flesh as you do, so that not a mark is left.


    You wiggle your fingers dextrously, showing off the complete and thorough healing job, clean the blade, and toss it back to Davus. He catches it neatly, checks the blade, and stows it back in his boot.


    "Reverse cursed technique," you say. "It can be used to heal, or to amplify destruction in different ways than ordinary cursed energy. I can only use it on myself-" for now, you don't say; better not make promises you can't keep "-though, which is why I asked."


    Elias frowns thoughtfully.


    "Can you do that with any part of your body?" he asks. "Biomancers can regenerate, but not, in my experience, so quickly."


    "If you're asking about my brain and heart, the answer's yes," you reply, grin ticking wider, getting toothier. You can see him turning the implications over in his head. Good. He should be considering it. Under his helmet, Davus' face is an unreadable blank.


    Around you, the soldiers have been doing their job, blasting the daemons outside the veil with their actual laser guns, but the conversation has a few of them distracted; listening, but trying to pretend not to.


    "I've worked very hard to have to happen unconsciously," you continue. "So I don't even need to think about it for most applications. I highly recommend it!"


    "Let's table this discussion for the moment," Elias says, with a sharp look at the distracted soldiers. They quickly get undistracted, and go back to shooting daemons. "We need to discuss 'clean-up.'"


    "I agree with Elias," Davus says. Calvara, half sitting and leaning against your Infinity, nods, and then winces as more blood starts running from her nose.


    This time you don't wait for an answer, just yell, "MEDIC!" in your most authoritative tone, and watch one of the soldiers jump, and start your way without any apparent thought on the matter. Good. You let him take custody of Calvara, and stride over to join Elias and Davus.


    "Calvara won't be participating," you state, in a casual tone that still brooks no argument. "But that shouldn't be a problem." Elias eyes you for a moment, and then nods.


    "No, it shouldn't be," he agrees. "Not if you are still capable of your earlier feats...?"


    "Oh, I could do that all day," you reply with a dismissive wave. You see Davus frown slightly, and glance toward Elias, without moving his head or helmet.


    Ignoring Davus, Elias arches an eyebrow in your direction. Oh no way, only you are allowed to be passive aggressive here.


    "Sorry, I didn't catch that?" You cup an ear and lean towards him. "You're going to have to use your out loud words."


    "Pardon me, I thought you seemed intelligent enough to pick up on implications," he shoots back. So that's how you're doing this? Okay.


    "I'm not in the habit of taking orders, implied or otherwise," you reply, with a toothy grin.


    "I was under the impression that we had a common goal," Elias replies.


    "Oh, we do. Thought you might want to be part of it, but on second thought, never mind, there are probably still some of those nasty plaguey things, and anyone who isn't me is going to be in trouble." Both Davus and Elias look towards Calvara.


    "Anyone who isn't me or directly protected by me," you correct with a dismissive wave. "But that's not really practical."


    You look out of the veil, at the thinning crowd of daemons there, and further, at the group left outside the second (still erect) veil. Based on the amount of cursed energy, you figure there might be as many as a few thousand left still.


    "So what would you call practical?" Elias asks, crossing his arms.


    "That is the question, isn't it? Actually the real question is, how far have those curses--daemons--dispersed? Because rounding up that many of them is a pain in the ass, even for me. Not even I can be in more than one place at a time." Yet. You have some inkling that something like that might be possible with your techniques, but you devoted very little time to it in the Prison Realm. The mathematics of it are fairly straighforward, but one screw up would probably spread your particles over whatever distance you tried to super-position yourself, and that wasn't really something you wanted to consider at the time.


    You dwell on that for an entire second, before dismissing it for the moment.


    Elias hasn't noticed, but Davus... Davus seems to have picked up on the speed of your thoughts, a little. Interesting.


    "I was hoping to have the local problem handled, first," Elias admits. "But that portal was not the only one. I fear that this planet may yet be lost, even with your help," he says, grimly.


    "The. Planet," you state flatly. "The entire planet."


    The entire. PLANET.


    Deep breathe.


    All right.


    "You could have opened with that," you point out, perfectly reasonably.


    "Would it have changed anything?" Elias asks.


    "Maybe. We can't go back now, though. Get me our current coordinates, and the coordinates of every remaining portal. Three axes if you can." You consider your reserves--still good. Your efficiency in using cursed energy remains unmatched. You can even use your domain a few more times if need be.


    "Before you run off half-cocked, we need to try to coordinate with other forces so they know that you are coming," Elias says. His eyes scan the soldiers, and then the wider area, and he frowns.


    "We seem to be missing long-range vox equipment," Davus states.


    "I can see that." Elias' frown deepens.


    "I can try to reach the Governer's Astropath," Calvara says, finally speaking up again. She struggles to sit up, even as the medic tries to push her back down; blood still oozes lazily from her nose. "I have--" The blood comes more heavily, and the medic succeeds in getting her down again.


    "You have a telepathic technique?" You ask her. "Never mind, don't answer. You have no business--"


    "She has no choice, if we want to reach someone else," Elias cuts in.


    "Of course she does," you respond.


    [] "But it is her choice." (Let Calvara--and the dice--decide whether or not to try telepathic contact.)
    [] "And so do we."
    -[] "I can take you along with me to the next coordinates."
    -[] "I can take Davus along with me to the next coordinates."
    [] Something else. (Write in.)
     
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    • Thank you all for your patience. I swear, every damned time I sat down to write something this week, some other shit came up. Anyway, that's all.
     
    That is definitely something you could do. Whether or not Elias would appreciate it is another story. (I would think it's very funny.)
     
    [X] "And so do we."
    -[X] "I can take you along with me to the next coordinates."

    Inquisitorial buddy cop road-trip time.
     
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    [X] "And so do we."
    -[X] "I can take you along with me to the next coordinates."

    Elias knows more about us than Davis, Davis is deadlier than Elias so the soldiers will be safer, it's all around the better choice.
     
    [X] "And so do we."
    -[X] "I can take you along with me to the next coordinates.

    That woman is fucking dead if she tries anything in her current state.
     
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    • "And so do we. I can take you with me to the next coordinates," you offer Elias. "If we're lucky, they'll have the long-range vox-" the words roll easily off your tongue "-you need to contact whoever else you need to contact. If not, I'll make another hard point, and we'll move on to the next. We might also find someone who can reach the Governer's Astropath." Whoever that is.

    The title at least is pretty self-explanatory thanks to the same strange thing that enabled you to know the language here: a telepath whose mind can reach across the stars, more or less. You think. Words and concepts and mental images dance briefly through your head, but you shove them away for later, when you have the luxury of considering them in depth.

    (The idea though, of sorcerers numerous enough to be a normal part of human society, to have jobs in the military and communications and—it's exciting. That *everyone* seems to at least be a Window—also exciting. For all the bitterness and loss that threaten your mental state, the future is. Exciting.)

    Elias turns the ring on his finger as he considers your words, and then nods.

    "Very well," he says. "Your idea is as sound as any other. The last I knew, the next nearest coordinates are—" He provides two strings of numbers that you instantly memorise and fix on.

    "Before we lost the long-range vox, there were still five of my brothers at those coordinates," Davus informs you. "Along with at least a company of Arbites. Sergeant Heriod Megalus is in command."

    "I expect things have changed in the last hours," Elias says grimly. "They have not had the likes of Calvara to cover them." The two of them glance toward the now-unconscious woman; you have never entirely looked away.

    "They also haven't had me, yet," you point out.

    "They will. Davus, you are in command," Elias says.

    "She's unconcious now, but if she comes around, don't let Calvara do anything stupid," you add, before grabbing Elias' shoulder, and teleporting to the coordinates. There is something in your vision when you do. You dismissed it before, when it was there and gone almost too fast for even *your* perception, but this is a greater distance, and though it takes no more time in reality, your *perception* of it is an entire microsecond longer—more than enough time to see a *beacon*—one that, once acknowledged, remains within your perception. It is at once useful in that you can use it to instantly plot relative vectors (rather than taking seconds of your relative perception) and annoying in that it is *always there.* You can ignore it, but that doesn't make it go away.

    Ugh.

    You also decide to add twenty-five metres of elevation when you arrive, and you're glad of it when you see the chaos below.

    The first thing you notice, of course, is the horde of daemons, a mix of the nasty miasma-ridden and the violently bloodthirsty, all armed to the teeth. Cursed flies swarm about the rotting ruins of what was once probably a perfectly nice grain mill, and you watch for several long seconds (minutes) as the four standing space marines cover the retrieval of and retreat with their fallen brother by a double-handful of soldiers—Arbites, apparently—back behind a solid door in the one remaining intact building.

    Elias takes the relocation like a champ. He also doesn't blink at the way you're holding him up with your technique—good. He's over freaking out, and reached the 'this might as well happen' stage a lot more quickly than people usually do around you. You're not sure whether to be pleased or disappointed; maybe you can be both. Pleased that your current colleague can roll with the punches, and disappointed that you'll have to work a little harder to needle him.

    Although he takes a little longer to assess things, Elias has his radio—vox—out within seconds.

    "Sergeant Heriod Megalus, this is Inquisitor Elias Fuzeyr. Prepare for teleportation arrival."

    "Negative, Inquisitor, we're pressed on almost all sides, there's nowhere for a force to land," comes the reply in a light tenor, hoarse with shouting.

    "Do not worry, Sergeant," Elias replies, smiling with grim pleasure. "That problem is about to be solved. Brace yourselves."

    That's a cue if ever you heard one, and so now here it is again, big damn heroes time. And the line of daemons closing in on the space marines (space marines! In power armour! Like something out of a movie or a game!) is *just* far enough away that, yes, you think it's time for *Red.*

    "I don't think I've shown you this one yet," you state conversationally to Elias as you raise a finger, and begin concentrating the reverse curse energy. It was super-effective last time, with only a handful of the biggest, ugliest daemons surviving the blast—barely. You don't see any of that kind here, just scads and scads of the weaker sort, the kind that would barely even ping your radar most days, if it weren't for their outstanding numbers. Even as you prepare your technique, the marines down below—and actually no few of the Arbites, now that the wounded marine is behind the lines—are taking them out with laser guns and what almost look like… machine grenade launchers??? It's so sci-fi, it's great, you wish—

    Well. You wish a lot. You have regrets, as few as they are. Right now… right now you need to focus on cleaning up someone else's mess, as usual. Same shit, different millennium.

    The rise of power takes seconds, and your hair swirls with it, your eyes glitter and glow, and Elias is back on the radio, yelling,

    "Brace for impact!" in his most authoritative tone. It's pretty effective. The space marines brace themselves, and you? You let loose.

    For a second, red light fills the air, and a thousand angry cursed screams echo, as the entire front line of the daemons is wiped out in one fell swoop.

    You're good at fell swoops.

    The radio—*vox* damn it—crackles and a gleeful cackle comes through.

    "I don't know how you arranged a precision orbital strike Inquisitor, but it looks like you have plenty of room to land now," the Sergeant says. You can *hear* the vicious grin in his voice.

    "We will be there in a moment," Elias says, and then looks at you again. "A veil first I think."

    "Pay attention now," you say, as you cast it over the intact building and the cleared area you just made. The Sergeant's voice comes across again:

    "Inquisitor, respectfully. What the hell is that?"

    "A defensive measure," Elias replies. "A barrier that daemons cannot cross. We are landing now; prepare yourselves." With that, he cuts off the radio, and nods to you. You wait a second longer—just enough to tweak Elias' proverbial tail—and the teleport down near the marines. Out of arm's reach, but not weapon's; not that it matters either way, with Infinity. But they haven't given you any reason to disrespect them as warriors, and so: the distance.

    "Sergeant Megalus," Elias says, nodding to the armoured figure that you assume must be said man; you don't know anything about their rank markings, but you easily memorise the differences between this man's armour and his fellows.

    "Inquisitor," the Sergeant acknowledges, with a return nod. And—"

    "You know, you can keep shooting them through the veil," you comment, before he can say anything else. "Laser guns and those machine grenade launchers—"

    "—bolters," Elias cuts in.

    "—those, will both go right through it." Even as you say this, you are watching the daemons continue to come through the nearby portal in groups of ten or more—and it is *very* nearby, this group is practically right on top of it.

    "This is Gojo," Elias says, gesturing at you. "Call him an… Inquisition resource." You scoff; you are nobody's damned resource. "He is the source of both this barrier, and the 'orbital bombardment.'" Under his helmet, the Sergeant—pale haired like Davus, but darker skinned, and with the same deep set eyes—looks at you with eyes first wide, and then narrowed suspiciously.

    "An Inquisition 'resource' you say," the man says. His fellows, being of an obviously practical nature, have already begun shooting through the veil. One shouts with joy at the way he can mow down daemons without concern for reprisal. It's almost cute, if a man in towering power armour can be called 'cute.'

    Now then…

    [] Time to close that portal. Before something big comes through.
    -[] Let Elias handle the debrief; you don't actually care.
    -[] Threaten a debrief of your own when you've taken care of business.
    [] The portal can wait; a few dozen or hundred daemons of this level literally means nothing to you. Besides if you wait, something big might come through and entertain you for a little while.
    -[] Take over the debrief *now*; it's best that you control your own narrative.
    -[] Watch Elias and Megalus without blinking while they debrief; Elias can control the narrative, but you won't let him be comfortable with it.
    -[] Actually, someone should check on the people in the building.
    [] Something else? (Write in.)
     
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    • [X] The portal can wait; a few dozen or hundred daemons of this level literally means nothing to you. Besides if you wait, something big might come through and entertain you for a little while.
    -[X] Take over the debrief *now*; it's best that you control your own narrative.
     
    [X] The portal can wait; a few dozen or hundred daemons of this level literally means nothing to you. Besides if you wait, something big might come through and entertain you for a little while.
    -[X] Actually, someone should check on the people in the building.
     
    [X] Time to close that portal. Before something big comes through.
    -[X] Threaten a debrief of your own when you've taken care of business.

    Best we close the portal now I feel like, nothings stopping us from debriefing afterwards I feel like.
     
    [X] Time to close that portal. Before something big comes through.
    -[X] Threaten a debrief of your own when you've taken care of business.

    best not to be toooo cocky, methinks gojo has learned his lesson on that. plus, ooc, this is 40k and this is chaos, can never be too carefull, best to just get it over with and kill the fuckers.
     
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    [X] The portal can wait; a few dozen or hundred daemons of this level literally means nothing to you. Besides if you wait, something big might come through and entertain you for a little while.
    -[X] Actually, someone should check on the people in the building.

    Someone has to care about civilians and it's certainly not going to be anyone from 40k.
     
    [X] Time to close that portal. Before something big comes through.
    -[X] Threaten a debrief of your own when you've taken care of business.
     
    [X] Time to close that portal. Before something big comes through.
    -[X] Threaten a debrief of your own when you've taken care of business.

    Portals are annoying, never know what might come out of one. Best to zip that one up right quick before properly introducing ourselves.
     
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